It got pretty boring today. It’s no one’s fault– not even the place’s. Texas is nice state. Boredom happens. By hour 8 of driving my butt hurts, the bridge of my nose and tops of ears are sore from my sunglasses, my left arm is burnt, every song sounds like the same noise, silence only provides a very brief relief, I’ve called every other person in my phone, and I’ve run out of things to talk about even with myself. I’d give anything to read a magazine and suddenly have the urge to train for a marathon. I’ve become officially restless and wondering if this was a good idea. Then I come up on a hill and see everything laid out in front of me in a way I’ve never seen up close before except maybe in a picture. I change my mind and keep driving. I go down a smaller highway and land in Fredericksburg, TX. There`s a lot of cowboy hats and twinkling lights here. It’s also 75 degrees this evening. Not a bad trade off for a long day’s drive.